It’s getting cold aboard this boat
And we’ve been sailing for way too long
The catch is gone, there ain’t no hope
And all we want is to get back home
We can pray for the wind to blow
We could be waiting for another month
Now all we gotta do is row, row, row
If we all row hard we can get home in time before winter
We’ve seen it all. We know the score
And all the bets are now ten to one
The captain’s wrong, his mate is drunk
Only the crew are now left to trust
We can pray for the wind to blow
We could be waiting for another month
Now all we gotta do is row, row, row
If we all row hard we can get home in time before winter
Written by Harvey Springfield © 2018